U……..Umbilical cord.

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It may be almost seventeen years since the cord that linked my son and I was cut, but today as my U post I can think of nothing more appropriate to be grateful for. When I was expecting my baby, there were nine and a half months of worry, vomiting and aches, nine and a half months of pregnancy planning and hopes. I was a young Mum, only nineteen when my son was laid into my arms, that moment was the single moment of my life where everything changed. Pregnant for nine and a half months (yes he was late) I was unprepared for seeing my baby, as I looked at the mop of dark hair and the crumpled nose of my son I was consumed with awe, amazement, responsibility and fear a unique mix of emotions that blend to make Mothers’ love.

My little man and I had been connected, he had grown within me I had felt him hiccup, turn and kick the whole time I knew that what joined us kept him safe, fed him gave him the equivalent of air to breath. A lifeline from mother to son that brought him to my arms, the umbilical cord was cut at quarter to one in the morning on the first day of May in the year 1996. This is my U of choice for the A to Z challenge I am grateful for the gift of motherhood, I am thankful for the joy of seeing my son grow into a man. Ultimately my unlimited gratitude on the day of U is for the umbilical chord for it nurtured my son from within until I could hold him, until he was ready, strong enough to breath on his own ready for us to watch him grow.

Now as I prepare for his seventeenth birthday I have to look at cutting the apron strings, For I know he is so nearly an independent man, a young man I am very, very  proud of.

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